#[ Laughs quietly. ]

[pocketgalaxies]

It feels good to be able to help. (for @overnighttosunflowers)

[sweetlullabyebye]

Kinda wild that Edwin realizes his love for Charles and confesses to him like, the day after. Bro is not losing time

[moonwoodhollow]

"She's staying up very late these days. I don't remember her being like this." "So what? Let her be, she's enjoying her retirement." "I actually heard from a credible source, that she's writing books now, but not just ordinary books. Erotic fiction, pretty kinky stuff and her pen name is Priscilla Starsky!" - noisy neighbours

[sisterdaniela]

sorry but i just absolutely needed this in video format in my blog. phil i love u. dan's laugh in this. 😭😭😭

[justabunchofdragons]

"just looking at you hurts. i'll order up some extra pain meds." "i love you" and that insane half-dismissive gesture wilson does. this happens after house, famously a staunch atheist, electrocutes himself in the hope of a spiritual experience. we never find out what happened, but we know something did, something important, something he wanted to tell the guy who insisted that the space between death was the best feeling ever, and then house says he loves wilson. wilson thinks house is delirious from the morphine, but nothing house says ever sounds that genuine. i love you because i just died and you were standing over my bed and i knew you would be and i love you because you aren't angry at me for almost killing myself again and i love you because you care about me like no one else and i love you because maybe i need to say it in case i don't make it the next time. because there's no sun in the hospital so sunshine on your face won't say it for me. because every inch of my body aches so i can't move to show you. because we've been fooling around with this feeling but i'm never uninhibited enough to say the truth and i want to say it so i'm going to. and maybe we never mention it again. but maybe house entertained a small, tiny possibility that it could change everything.

[beescake]

Sorry for the spam (^o^;) I just really like your blog

no need to apologize ayy!

in this corner we welcome all forms of enjoyment, regardless of whether you're a

happy to have yall here w me,

headin into homestuck 2024 :^)

[carebeardean]

cant let dead dogs lie. you whistle & he comes running. you say here boy and your boy is here

charles rowland + guard dog motifs — cop car, mitski / guard dog and sheep / andrew kane on his poem “how go be a dog” / let dead dogs lie, silas denver melvin / sense 8 episode 1x11

[alien-slushie]

Atushi: I have to find Akutagawa! I'm so worried about him!

Dazai: Seriously, what do you see in that guy?

Atsushi: He makes me laugh.

[stygiusfic]

a few weeks ago I picked up my tablet for the first time in many long years to make this.

the meme that best represents my default durge's emotional journey in early act 3.

tfw you're obsessed with your hot githyanki gf but she won't take over the world with you, she just cares about freeing Orpheus, which is exactly the last thing you need anyone to do for your evil plan to work... but the more she refuses to fall in line the more attractive she becomes, because she has the power to resist what you do not

[nettedtangible]

Okay, the thing about Remus and Sirius is, they always laugh at each other's jokes.

Like I don't care what characterisations they have, they think each other are the funniest person in the world. Sirius is always laughing at Remus' dry wit, and thinks he's so clever and smart and funny and high fives him every time he roasts one of their friends. Remus could tell the worst joke in history and Sirius would still laugh and think it's hilarious.

And Remus is always amused by Sirius' antics even when he pretends not to be. Sirius could be doing the most obnoxious, annoying bit and Remus would be pressing his lips together trying to force himself not to laugh (he fails) and when Sirius gets snarky and mean and his jokes cut to the bone, Remus has to pretend he doesn't find it both hilarious and really damn hot. Sirius knows he's gotten a rise out of Remus when he gets the murmured "Pads!"

[space-spring-art]

I just think they'd be really really funny about it

[post-it-notes7]

So given mirror copies are all rather delicate and are more likely to just shatter/respawn than suffer any lasting injury, how common are medics or healing items to begin with for them? Is first aid beyond an ice pack or a bandaid even much of a thing? loving all the fun theorizing btw!

There are medics in the Mirror World, though the Mirror GSA doesn't rely on them as often as its lightword counterparts would. They're used more as someone to oversee recovery and provide a space to rest during it, or to treat simple injuries. Healing items can always be used to speed up the process, but the way injuries work for reflections is that they tend to "reset" to their default state with time, rather than heal and scar like a normal wound. (Technically, a broken bone would reset itself, though having a medic properly set it first would lessen how long it takes.) Those on their last life usually pick up the habit of keeping healing items on-hand as well, to save themselves in a pinch.

Healing can get a little finicky when you're right on the shattering threshold, though. Sometimes, the damage is bad enough that it won't heal in time to prevent a shattering (ex: being badly poisoned, too much blood loss, scenarios where the damage is worsening at a rate faster than can be reset). Other times, if you're skilled enough in the principles of magic, you can hold yourself together just long enough to be in the clear. Reflections were created though magical means, if they can grasp the essence of that, it may be enough to cling to their form and survive a hit that should've taken them down (though they would be incredibly vulnerable for the following period of time, the game equivalent of being on their last sliver of health).

Or, they could just be incredibly stubborn, too.

[stardust-frog]

watching that last episode of AAA with all the gay jokes with my mom like:

[vaguely-concerned]

fnsdkfnsjkdfaskdjfaskjdl taash' level 1 bond description (the 'associate'/'contract killer'/'fellow necromancer' sort of blurb under their level on the companion screen) is just 'Here'. taash. you have to understand. I know you don't give a fuck, but to me, you are perfect

[corrodedcoughin]

It's home. He's home and its late and its dark. he knows he should have been home hours ago, wishes he could have been but work finished late and then one deal ran into another and before he knew it he was an hour and a half from home at 1 in the morning. After the last deal was done Eddie made his way back in his van, eyes red and itchy with the overhwleming desire to close but painfully aware of the distance he had to drive. After a lot of cut corners and questionable driving he was finally pulling up to the trailer.

All he wants to do is sleep but even in his tired state he clocks the light on in the window. Knowing that lights don't just get 'left on' when there are bills to pay and mouths to feed Eddie enters the trailer quietly, hoping that its not an ominous sign. Hoping as well that this isn't the precursor to getting yelled at for being out late and not telling anyone…again.

As silently as he can Eddie pulls the door open and steps in side. So far so good, nobody has started shouting yet but as he turns he sees the lamp glowing beside the couch and can hear the radio on low. Comforting sounds of Eddie's younger years playing Credence Clearwater Revival. It is at this point Eddie catches the figures waiting in the dim light. Wayne at the end of the couch, hot mug of something in his hand. His expression is one Eddie is well used to, concentrated and contemplative, measuring the words he says and actions he takes. He's in his pyjammas but far from sleep. He's angled towards the figure on the couch next to him. The person, only translated into Eddie's head as 'human' after he deciphered half of the mass as blankets and hair, sits hunched over themselves and hugs their own mug in close.

Eddie takes a step forward, makes to sit down as Wayne talks slow and gentle 'Your boy had a bit of a fright son. Thought I'd break out the big guns and show him what we used to do when you first came home'

He doesn't say the rest, doesn't need to. When Eddie came to stay with Wayne the nights were endless. He'd wake himself up in tears, too scared to go find comfort incase he got pushed away but somehow Wayne always knew. Eddie would never be alone in the dark long before the hall light went on and Wayne was knocking at his door, offering hot milk and a distraction. Eventually the routine turned into going over old photo albums of Wayne's 'glory days' and then, the new additions after Eddie's arrival. It quickly became a fail safe for the both of them when the dark nights and silence were too much.

Which is how Eddie ends up here, sat close to the mass, Steve, a hand crept under the blanket that was quickly latched on to. A photo album is sat across Steve's lap and Wayne talks him through the story of his own high school band and then quickly moves on to the photo of Eddie knee deep in mud and arms out stretched ready to pull the photo taker into the mess with him, devious smile on his 10 year old face, a hint of the dungeon master yet to come.

The stories continue, ranging from photos of a young Eddie in rubber boots and a sun dress to Wayne in denim shorts and an awful sunburn as he points a spatula at the camera in a rustic looking kitchen. This ritual calms them all between the quiet laughter and tired gasps of surprise, eventually Steve's shoulders relax and Wayne's voice becomes somehow even more subdued. Eddie is fully leaning into Steve's space and the warmth between the three of them somehow heats the whole trailer.

They are all close to sleep when Eddie takes the album off Steve's lap and manages to force himself to stand, pulling Steve up with him and still swaddled in his blanket. Eddie makes to guide Steveto their bedroom when he's met with resistance. Steve pulls the blanket tighter to himself but shifts his shoulders back, almost as if to brace for a fight when he tilts his head towards Wayne ' Thank you. I- I've never...Just thank you' he's got his back to Eddie but Eddie can hear the crack in his voice, the battle to keep the emotion down, can see the slight tremour in the blanket as Steve works to keep himself together. Its all for nothing when Wayne stands and places a hand on his shoulder before bringing him into a forceful hug 'Son, you never have to thank me'.

Its a moment that Eddie knows will be seared into his heart until the day it stops beating. The two men holding on, however briefly, to each other, both understanding the other person that little bit more and sharing more of their soul in the process.

There's a pause as they separate and Eddie takes Steve's hand tugs him forward and lets him lead the way to the bedroom. Before he turns to follow Eddie catches Wayne's eye and they share a somber smile. Eddie's heart feels like its going to collapse on itself when he thinks about how Wayne doesn't understand the traumas these boys have been through but how that hasn't stopped him from being there for them.

It doesn't go unspoken, this feeling between Eddie and his Uncle. They find time, they always do, where they put their music on and talk in that unhurried way about what they've been doing, catching each other up on their lives and knowing the love is there.

For now, Wayne tilts his head up 'that's a good one you've got there son.' All the endorsement Eddie could ever want, caught in a few words 'now go to him and let me get my bed' its a grumbled statement that has more meaning than can be explained. Eddie gives a mock salute, knowing that the nightmares and stories will be re-hashed when the time is right. But for now the urgency has been tamed and the fire burns low in their hearts.

Before he gets to the kitchen there's a final 'and I need my sleep boy so don't get any ideas' from the couch. 'wouldn't dream of it old man'